Tag Archives: childhood

I was a bed wetter. It was so bad that my parents refused to give me fluids after late afternoon. Sometimes I would get really thirsty and they’d flat out refuse to serve me, so I would sneak into the … Continue reading →

Like a lot of children, I went to church at the behest of my mother. I spent the majority of my time there pretending that I was a robot or a detective (or a robot-detective) and wandering into places I … Continue reading →

I do not know if there even is a country where the rat-tail hairstyle doesn’t exist but if you were born there, I cannot trust your understanding of the world as accurate. Seeing the haircut changes a person for the … Continue reading →

Like many American fathers, mine always took a special pride in the appearance of his yard. Quite a few dads measure a large portion of their worth by the quality of their lawn. Because of my father, I could probably … Continue reading →